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Posted: **Wed Nov 09, 2005 6:15 pm**

At the northern shore of lake Adron, an orc, some would recognize as Urkun, lies motionless on the ground.
His bag lies next to him, empty and several footprints around him in the mud heading straight north until the grass gets drier and they are not recognizeable anymore.
His head lies in a small puddle of blood, a stone next to it, covered in blood aswell, obviously used to slaughter him.

Posted: **Thu Nov 10, 2005 4:23 pm**

A slender elfess walks the banks of the lake and hisses in mild distaste at the scene before her. Remembering some words spoken to her earlier, she smirks for a moment and addresses the body.

"Urkun, is it? Do you see what happens when you play games with those who are eternal? You lose. Let this be warning, games often meet with untimely ends."

She lets her grey-blue eyes survery the scene once more and steps lightly off, shaking her head of curls.

Posted: **Fri Nov 11, 2005 12:54 pm**

The Body is no longer there.. a pair of footsteps head north... in it's place, the corpse of Elijah Merryweather.

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A corpse at lake Adron

A corpse at lake Adron

The Rebirth of Urkun.